White capital amidst Medusian beauty in which

captives be drowned for an oppressive kindheartedness

Fall, Fall, Fall

Full of sin and

Into storming waters

Pearl-filled towers of white and white and white again

shine, shine – Light emitted through crippled windows but they

Fall, Fall, Fall

One by one

Into nothingness

Maiden of my mind – AWAKEN!

Subconscious desolation: Tumbleweeds and sirens

Fall, Fall, Fall

For standards cannot be revoked

Into a lament – melody uninhibited

Inebriated discussion swirling until dusk strikes

First Circle – Towers recede intuitively but

Fall, Fall, Fall

In eternal grandeur

Into that catatonic volcano evoked by my mind’s third eye

Eyes blinded for light obliterates

that vigil maiden on the blackened balcony

Fall, Fall, Fall

Avian-formation

Into the lust-ridden sea

Again I look up

Towers unbroken:

Violated with a joyous sorrow yet

still unseeing of sacrifice –

Hardship

Complete and utter annihilation

Until it

Falls, Falls,

Fall again damn you,

Into iridescent waters

Plagued with

White Light.

In my mind’s inner eye I see

balls of tapioca dipped in fondue served

to millions whilst hired dwarves

sing in eight-part harmony

Drapes; drapes – hoards of drapes obstructing

this eye as I gaze into obscenity -

Envision Alice’s Restaurant

sung in eight-part harmony

African American neo-negro soul heard

over the tinny speaker

Into my ears

Over my head

Pure

            Pure

                        Pure

                                    Soul

singing in eight-part harmony

Mind’s inner eye obstructed

5^th Dimension lost

I embark upon a journey –

Devoid of eight-part harmonies.

Oh please please,

Sickly sweet,

Unbeknownst me,

A sound A shake

A roll of thunder,

Shatters my quantized tree

Oh help help,

Harken angels,

Shadows faintly creak,

A jolt A stab

A burst of pain,

Apples in the sea

But light is naught,

Dark is naught,

Monsoons begin to cry,

A drop A gallon

A shit-ridden storm,

Men curl up to die

Eternity reality,

Reality eternity,

It’s all the same to me

I howl howl

howl howl

from the depths of

this quantized tree.

I cannot feel the moth-ridden drapes plaguing

San Franciscan tenements nor the texture of the intricate

yet dour Chinamen rugs not the

beat of a pillaged heart: not mine yet is nor the

ding dong of a taxicab – filet minion

in tow thank you very much nor the abstract expression of Beats

who long ago swallowed and ingested their last

breathes with an unforeseen greed nor the ebony-colored

gospel and quire amidst piss and vermin (devoid

of baroque) and in the end I’ll come

to that undead cubicle in the North-West corner

of the room and

masturbate for eternity

tap – tap – tap

The carbonated man lightly taps his finger upon

the abstract guillotine – smiling in sweet delusion

as His reality Our reality Reality of all is

castrated and defecated and decapitated

Knock – Knock – Knock

The carbonated man forcefully knocks on

the parched door – screaming WATER WATER

as His door Our door Door of eternity is

fed and watered and repainted

FAP – FAP – FAP

The carbonated man deftly masturbates

the erected cock of society – slippin and slidin

over His cock Our cocks Cocks of billions are

unflacidated and chocked and ejaculated

BANG – BANG – BANG

BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG

BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG

BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG

The carbonated devil

shoots

his

enemies

dead

and

dead

and

dead.

Trestle table men;

However steady

Precariously situated

In a violent construct of

misreality

Shots in the night

A failed attempt to look out the window –

A single moth-bitten sperm-ridden negro hankie obstructs my vision

A failure to view eternity behind a thousand closed eyes

A vile concrete slab: Mind blocked from independent thought

The abstract dynamo hankering for energy

Free-thinking imploded

The aluminum gridwork of interconnected consciousnesses is reserved for the masses

Immoral supremacies exploded

A light! A light! The obese cunt

scoffs at the head of the classroom –

Illumination wasted on

the unknowing oppressor

The grotesque, oppressed, and repressed people

Walk and jog and run through

canals of nonpareil beauty

Jealous and unfulfilled with

angst-ridden early morning cigarettes

falling through their teeth

Only to realize that the

grotesque, oppressed, and repressed

people are were the true beauty lies but

not them –

Never them